"The Lonely Assassins.

"The Lonely Assassins.

That's what they used to be called. No one quite knows where they came from, but they're as old as the Universe, or very nearly. And they have survived this long because they have the most perfect defense system ever evolved. They are Quantum Locked.

They don't exist when they're being observed. The moment they are seen by any other living creature they freeze into rock. No choice, it's a fact of their biology.

In the sight of any living thing, they literally turn to stone. And you can't kill a stone. Of course, a stone can't kill you either. But then you turn your head away, then you blink, and oh yes it can.

That's why they cover their eyes. They're not weeping, they can't risk looking at each other. Their greatest asset is their greatest curse. They can never be seen. Loneliest creatures in the Universe. And I'm sorry. I am very, very sorry. It's up to you now.

I don't know what stopped you talking but I can guess, they're coming. The Angels are coming for you, but listen, your life could depend on this: don't blink.

Don't even blink. Blink and you're dead. They are fast, faster than you can believe. Don't turn your back, don't look away, and don't blink!

Good luck."

This is beautiful!

this one’s for an art battle, the theme was ‘Anubis’. It was rather ambitious work for me (5 characters, perspective, composition, full colour, even some fx and zero flying heads can you imagine)

THEY HAVE DAUGHTERS. AND CLARK GAVE UP HIS POWERS FOR THEM. AND HE AND LOIS ARE STILL FUCKING ADORABLE JESUS TAKE THE WHEEL

He knew better than anyone else how off kilter she’d felt recently. Bozer tried to help, he did everything he could, but he just couldn’t understand the two of them the way they could understand each other. Even if that wasn’t the case the fact remained; she was happily dating someone else. For that reason alone he should shut down these feelings and just be grateful she considered him a friend.

He was grateful, everyday.

Mac also wasn’t naive or selfish enough to think that he was the only one feeling lost right now. So, fuck his feelings and his angst, he had to at least pretend to pull it together for the rest of the team.

He could be Riley’s friend, and let her be his. He would learn not to want her so badly. He could do this. He had to.

Ladies and Gentlemen, skinny and stout,

I’ll tell you a tale I know nothing about;

The Admission is free, so pay at the door,

Now pull up a chair and sit on the floor.

One fine day in the middle of the night,

Two dead boys got up to fight;

Back to back they faced each other,

Drew their swords and shot each other.

A blind man came to watch fair play,

A mute man came to shout “Horray!”

A deaf policeman heard the noise and

Came to stop those two dead boys.

He lived on the corner in the middle of the block,

In a two-story house on a vacant lot;

A man with no legs came walking by,

and kicked the lawman in his thigh.

He crashed through a wall without making a sound,

into a dry creek bed and suddenly drowned;

The long black hearse came to cart him away,

But he ran for his life and is still gone today.

I watched from the corner of the big round table,

The only eyewitness to facts of my fable;

But if you doubt my lies are true,

Just ask the blind man, he saw it too